Where the seasons will never change

In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “If You Leave.”

Where the seasons will never change

I left my home,

the climate with four seasons,

the country with castles and ruins,

the country with a rich history,

the town where I was born,

where I met my beautiful friends,

my swans, my white terrestrial angels.

I left my job but I don’t care,

the wings of love carried me far far away

where the seasons will never change.

Here there are no castles, no soft swan feathers

but I feel here more than home.

I feel joy and unconditional love.

I have no regrets.

And if I would need to make the decision again

I would do the same.

This is my new home now,

where the seasons will never change.